Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long;
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
February 23, 2009 by ze
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long;
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.